(Next Day, Zone Twelve Military Base, Central Command Office, 10:02 AM)
Veyr stood outside the Major's office, clipboard in hand, posture relaxed but not careless, as the guards beside the doorway barely glanced his way before opening the heavy metallic door and waving him in.
The room was sparse, utilitarian, yet clean and orderly, just like its occupant.
Major Halsten looked up from his desk, eyes sharp behind thin-rimmed glasses, as he flipped a page on the report he was reading.
"Lieutenant Aaron," he said, gesturing to the chair across from him without breaking rhythm. "Please submit your monthly report."
Veyr stepped forward with practiced ease, handing over the necessary paperwork before taking his seat, letting a brief silence stretch as the Major skimmed through the top sheet.
*Turn*
*Turn*
Once the rustle of pages slowed, Veyr cleared his throat. "Sir, There is a request I would like to make, should you permit it—"
"Oh….What?"
